I bought an unction of a mountebank, Under the moon, can save the thing from death, King. Let's farther think of this; Weigh, what convenience, both of time and means, May fit us to our shape: if this should fail, And that our drift look through our bad per formance, "Twere better not assay'd; therefore, this project When in your motion you are hot and dry, (As make your bouts more violent to that end) And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd him A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping, If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,+ Our purpose may hold there. But, stay, what noise? i. e. as bre arms sometimes burst in proving thei strength. 2 Skill. 3 I will have presented to him a cup for the purpose. 4 l'hrust. SHAK. XIV. K Enter QUEEN. How now, sweet queen? Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow. Your sister 's drown'd, Laertes. Laer. Drown'd! O, where ? Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: 2 Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be, Laer. Alas, then, she is drown'd? Queen. Drown'd, drown'd. Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet It is our trick; Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, [Exit. King. Let's follow, Gertrude. How much I had to do to calm his rage! Now fear I, this will give it start again; Therefore let's follow. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. A churchyard. Enter TWO CLOWNS, with spades, &c. 1 Clown. Is she to be buried in christian burial that wilfully seeks her own salvation? 2 Clown. I tell thee she is, therefore make her grave straight: the crowner hath set on her, and finds it christian burial. 1 Clown. How can that be unless she drowned herself in her own defence? Immediately. 2 Clown. Why, 'tis found so. 1 Clown. It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else for here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act, and an act hath three branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform: argal she drowned herself wittingly. 2 Clown. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver. : 1 Clown. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good here stands the man; good: if the man go to this water, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes; mark you that: but if the water come to him, and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his own life. 2 Clown. But is this law? 1 Clown. Ay, marry, is 't; crowner's quest law. 2 Clown. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out of christian burial. 1 Clown. Why, there thou sayest: and the more pity, that great folks shall have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even christian. Come; my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession. 2 Clown. Was he a gentleman ? 1 Clown. He was the first that ever bore arms. 2 Clown. Why, he had none. I Fellow. 1 Clown. What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the scripture? The scripture says, Adam digged: could he dig without arms? I'll put another question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the purpose, confess thyself 2 Clown. Go to. 1 Clown. What is he, that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter 2 Clown. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants. 1 Clown. I like thy wit well, in good faith; the gallows does well: but how does it well? it does well to those that do ill: now thou dost ill, to say the gallows is built stronger than the church; argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To 't again; come. 2 Clown. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter? 1 Clown. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.1 2 Clown. Marry, now I can tell. 1 Clown. To 't. 2 Clown. Mass, I cannot tell. Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance. 1 Clown. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating and, when you are asked this question next, say, a grave-maker; the houses that he makes ¡ Give over. |